Sunday , December 24

• The air has come back to life. Leaves flee before me as I walk, spinning in a whirlpool up ahead.
• the cactus have suddenly started blooming. There are small fesh green tufts and the ends of the edges if some of the flowers.

At the bottom of the grey skies, there is a lighter wave of bluish clouds right by the horizon. The solar heaters glow against its backdrop.

• An unexpected forgotten orange balloon, trapped between the window sill and a potted plant

• The trashcan, backlit to transandental beauty, warm light flowing along one edge, blue light along the other, a halo along the rim.